Book 3 of The International Tycoons Series
Classic Romance
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Bryn had thought their divorce was final but is shocked when Kahlil tells her they are still husband and wife. It seems Bryn has also neglected to tell Kahlil that he has a three year-old son. For a man bent on revenge, this is the final straw. He whisks Bryn and Ben to his desert kingdom with the idea of breaking her spirit for the loss of face and shame she caused him when she left him with rumors of being unfaithful. Now the man wants justice. He has not had an easy life himself as he was torn from his own mother when just a child so he has much to overcome since he doesn’t trust in love. There are a lot of issues to be cleared up between Bryn and her husband, but one thing is for certain, the sizzling sexual chemistry that hooked them from the beginning is still present. This is a time of growing up for Bryn and speaking out for what she wants out of life, and a time for Kahlil to find what is true and right in his heart and come up with some modern day standards in his life or lose the only woman he’s loved along with his son and heir.
Classic Romance
The Sheikh’s Wife
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Bryn had thought their divorce was final but is shocked when Kahlil tells her they are still husband and wife. It seems Bryn has also neglected to tell Kahlil that he has a three year-old son. For a man bent on revenge, this is the final straw. He whisks Bryn and Ben to his desert kingdom with the idea of breaking her spirit for the loss of face and shame she caused him when she left him with rumors of being unfaithful. Now the man wants justice. He has not had an easy life himself as he was torn from his own mother when just a child so he has much to overcome since he doesn’t trust in love. There are a lot of issues to be cleared up between Bryn and her husband, but one thing is for certain, the sizzling sexual chemistry that hooked them from the beginning is still present. This is a time of growing up for Bryn and speaking out for what she wants out of life, and a time for Kahlil to find what is true and right in his heart and come up with some modern day standards in his life or lose the only woman he’s loved along with his son and heir.
The Sheikh’s Wife
Book 3 of The International Tycoons Series
Classic Romance
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The Sheikh’s Wife
Bryn caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror as she headed towards the front door, doorbell still ringing in the carpetless hall.
Sheen of white dress, brilliant blue eyes, flushed cheeks. A radiant bride. And she did feel beautiful, more beautiful than she had in years. In just seven short days she’d be a bride again.
She’d be Stanley’s wife.
Smiling, Bryn hummed the wedding march as she swung the front door open, late afternoon sunlight washing over her in streaky gold waves, briefly blinding her.
Blinking, she made out broad shoulders. The high curve of cheekbone. A beautifully shaped mouth. And only one man had that mouth. Her heart staggered to a stop. “Wh…what…are you doing here?”
“Hello, darling. It’s nice to see you, too.”
Time stopped, changed, and for a split-second she was somewhere else, spell-bound. It was just like the day she met him, the day she reversed her small Volkswagen, and slammed into his silver Mercedes Benz. Her car was totaled. His was merely dinged.
Bryn felt the impact again, the air knocked out of her lungs, her lips parting in shock. “Kahlil.”
“You remembered, good.” He looked amused, but then, his gold eyes always smiled when he was angry. Lifting a sheet of paper, he dangled it in front of her face. “Now perhaps you’ll remember this,” he drawled softly, giving the paper a gentle shake.
Bryn stared at the paper blankly, unable to read the words. Only his voice penetrated the muddle inside her head, his voice still husky, his English formal, the same English he’d learned as a child in an English boarding school. “What is it?”
“You don’t recognize it?”
Her fingers felt nerveless as she clutched the door. “No.”
Kahlil chuckled, the sound warm, indulgent, an indulgence he’d shown towards her early in their marriage when she’d been his prized American bride. “It’s our marriage license. The little piece of paper that legally binds us together.”
She couldn’t speak, her throat swelling closed. He must be out of his mind, she thought, forcing herself to look into his face, meet his eyes.
He didn’t look crazy. If anything he looked calm, perfectly controlled, as though he knew exactly what he was doing, as though he’d planned this surprise visit on purpose.
A week before her wedding…
Her thoughts spun, her brain fogged by shock and fear. What if Kahlil discovered Ben? What if he found out about their son?
No. She’d never go back to him. Never return to Zwar. Bryn drew herself tall, conviction making her back straight, her determination reinforcing her courage. “I don’t understand what that has to do with us.”
“Everything, darling.” He was gazing down at her with considerable interest, thick black lashes fanning his carved cheekbones and the bronzed luster of his skin. “I’ve come to see why you’re getting married again when you’re still married to me.”
